Julia’s iPad pinged waking her from her sleep. The soporific effect of the motion of the train had lulled her to sleep. Normally she would have ignored it but she was expecting messages from the office so she picked it up and opened it. A thumb print sign in brought a picture to her screen. It was a flash of a half naked man with a huge erection. Aware of people around her she automatically slammed her cover shut.
Sitting opposite her was her husband John, smiling, as he busily tapped away at his own iPad. She stretched her foot forward under the table and tapped his shin. ‘You bugger’, she mouthed at him with a smile. He had done something similar the last time they travelled into the capital. He had gone to the toilets and took a snapshot of his erection and sent her an AirDrop. An elderly lady sitting next to her had seen the photo too as it appeared on her screen. It made her gasp. Luckily, she got off at the next stop.
Her iPad pinged again. She ignored it. John was still busy typing. Another ping followed and she opened it. She was going to give him a mouthful.
The message said, ‘Hey beautiful lady I hope I didn’t offend you. It’s just that I can’t keep my eyes off you and this is the effect you are having on me.’
Her anger subsided and she smiled.
‘Did you like my cock?’
‘I couldn’t take a good look at it.’
‘I think it would be a snug fit for you.’
She looked up at him. He was still busy typing away and smiling to himself. ‘Was it big? Was it thick? I only like big ones with plenty of girth.’
‘Nine inches and quite thick.’
He was bragging. He only just made eight inches. She should know she had measured it a few times.
‘Tell me about your coochie? Is it shaved or do you have a trim or a bush?’
The bugger was teasing her. He knew what it looked like. He shaved her once a week. She decided to play along with him. ‘I usually have it shaved but it’s been neglected this past while.’
There was momentary silence and John stopped typing.
‘Bloody hell, you know how to arouse a man don’t you. I would love to do it for you.’
‘Be my guest.’
‘Do you have a picture of your coochie?’
‘Not on my phone, no.’
‘You could go to the toilets and take one.’
‘I could but I won’t.’
‘I bet it’s quite warm and snug nestling in your panties.’
‘It is.’
‘What colour are they?’
She smiled. He had commented on her virginal whites that morning.
“White.’
‘Cotton or silk?’
‘Cotton.’
‘I love soft cotton. I would like the feel of them against my nose as I buried my face between your thighs.’
She began to picture it.
‘I’d like to lick you through them. Make a wet patch just where your clitty is and then gently nibble you.’
‘Fuck,’ she mouthed quietly to herself. He was arousing her now.
‘I’d like to make you climax and then pull your panties across your coochie and taste you properly. Gently finger you as I kissed and licked your clitty. Would you like that?’
‘Yes.’
‘Does your husband do that to you? I can see a ring on your finger.’
John was excelling himself this time. He did tease her like this at times but this something else.
‘He used to.’
“Shame on him. My wife gets that on a regular basis.’
‘Does she!’
“Does he finger you?’
‘Sometimes.’
‘Does he finger your anus?’
‘No.’
‘You should get him to do that. You would love it.’
‘Maybe.’
“How many times on average does he fuck you each week? When it’s not that time of the month, that is.’’
‘Depends. Two, maybe three.”
‘My wife gets it every day. Twice, maybe more at weekend.’
‘Lucky woman.’
‘I am pretty demanding. I enjoy sex and need it regularly. Fortunately my wife is the same.’
Julia looked up. John was still tapping away at his iPad. He looked so cool, so nonchalant; this was a different John for sure.
‘Please can I see your coochie? It would make me such a happy man.’
She smiled as she thought about getting up out of her seat and going to the toilets.
‘Please. I don’t want a face shot. I can see that already and it so pretty. I just need to see a pic of you with your knickers down.’
Julia stood up. There was no one sitting next to her now making it easy to leave her seat. John looked up and smiled at her. ‘See what you are making me do for you, you bugger,’ she thought.
She needed a pee anyway so she locked the door behind her. A quick pee and a wipe saw her removing her skirt and knickers altogether before standing up and positioning her body and iPad in order to take a picture. It took time getting the right focus but when she was happy with it she took a couple of snaps.
There was a moment of exhilaration as she tapped the send key and then she remembered the picture he had sent. For a few moments she froze to the spot unable to move a single muscle. The picture she had been sent was not of John. It was a total stranger.
‘Oh god, no,’ she uttered as a sudden jolt of the train brought her to her senses.
Julia pulled her knickers back on and slipped back into her skirt. It took her a few minutes to stop shaking and compose herself before she emerged from the toilets. Someone out there close by to where she sat had a very intimate picture of her as well as some very embarrassing text.
This was going to be a journey never to be forgotten!
